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Storms
Looking at the sky,
I am a relief to you.
A break from the sun,
The slight breeze is refreshing.
Storms are farthest from your mind.

I start to strengthen,
But little notice you take.
I pick up in speed,
I thicken like a plague.
But storms are far from your mind.

Now I have arrived.
I storm through with urgency.
Nobody is safe;
I cause mass destruction.
Now I am all your think of.





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